This week was the first week of my senior year of high school. School started Wednesday at 8:35 (Wednesday late schedule) and continued through Friday starting at 8.

First of all, I have pretty awesome class and really awesome teachers. My electives are forensics and psychology. Two very awesome classes. And the teachers are great, too.

I was already having a great week (despite having to wake up early for school again) and then...



After school on Friday, as I was leaning down to open my locker, a classmate said "Oh! Marin! Mrs. Blargenhargen (I made this up for her sake) has your camera in room 502." Huh?? How?

I didn't even bother finishing my combination and hopped up. The classroom was all of about 10 feet away so I got there really fast. I looked to my left as I walked in and saw, in the teacher office portion of the room, a camera bag similar to mine. I approached Mrs...Blargenhargen and someone said "That's her!" Okay... We went back to her office and opened the bag.

MY CAMERA. HOLY SHIT.

Turns out that in the time I had realized that my camera was gone and that the library had closed, the librarian had taken the camera to the yearbook teacher (Blargie). They had had it since the end of last year and decided to check the contents of one of the SD cards to see if it belonged to anyone. I had gone to the library the next day but the librarian had not been there (therefore the kid there would not have known that a camera had even been there).

Long story short, I AM BACK IN BUSINESS.